Thank you for all reviews! Now, here is the 2nd Chapter in "Switched Places"!

I was led off into the room where I say my good-byes, and no sooner had I sat down on the plush couch had my sister, Poppi, ran in, tears streaming down her face.

"But you can't go! Please don't go! I NEED you!" She half cries-half screams at me.

"Don't worry, Poppi. You know Raff will take care of you, and don't worry. I will be back." I assured her. But, sadly, there was a problem with that...Titus. I couldn't kill him. I mean, he saved my life. Which means he's also the reason I'm going into the games…I could use that against him…what am I talking about? That wasn't fair…..oh, well, someone else will kill him before I can. Or maybe I could sneak some nightlock in his back so his death won't be painful… either way, I will figure it out. Then the peacekeepers took her away, and Raff came in. I instantly ran into his eyes, and we stood there for a minute, before he pulled me back, and held me out so he could talk to me.

"Summer, please come back to me-I mean Poppi and I. We couldn't bear it if you died, let alone on Panem TV. Please promise me you will come back." Raff told me, worry in his eyes. Then I realized that there is a possibility that I won't come back. I may not come back to the Raff and Poppi. I won't get married, or have kids, or anything.

"Raff, that's a promise I can't make. You know that. There are 24 of us, and only 1 of us comes out." I whispered, trying to hold in tears.

"Well, there's new information, it's not like we've been doing this for 73 years," He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Then he suddenly got serious again. "But I know you can do it. Look at all you've had to get through. Your dad leaving, mom dying, and being stuck with Poppi on the brink of starvation. You're tough which is why you can make it." Then, the peacekeepers came in, and I gave him a hug, "Please Raff, don't let her starve!" I said frantically. Just as he was being drug out of the room, he yelled, Remember Summer, That I- And that's all I got in before the door was slammed. I plopped down on the couch, wondering what he was going to say, "I believe in you", "I know you can do it"…"I love you"? I don't know, but I am walked out of the room and onto the train. I see Titus, holding on, being strong, and I know I can't beat him. But one question is running through my head. "Why?" Why would he volunteer? He would have to kill me…Maybe cause I was ungrateful and don't thank him, what? So, I am ushered on the train, and am shown my room, and we're off to the Capitol. I am told to get dressed, and go down to dinner. Seated around the table is Giffi, Titus, and our mentor, the former victor of the 51st Hunger Games, Cordo Roxen. He was a Drunk, even worse than Haymitch, the mentor from District 12.

"So nice of you do join us! It must have been SUCH a great day for you! Having the honor of being in the hunger games!" Gushes Giffi and its all can do to keep from knocking her Capitol head off her shoulders. I was going to settle for yelling at her, but Titus beat me too it.

"Do you ACCUALLY think we WANT to be in these games!? To fight to the DEATH, or die a HORRIBLE and PAINFUL death?! And, even IF we win, we have to live with the fact that we killed INNOCENT KIDS! And you thing this is a great day for us!? This is the worst day of our whole life! This is the beginning of the end of our life! I have max 3 weeks to live! Are you Capitol people seriously THAT idiotic?! He screamed, and stormed out of the room, leaving Giffi on the verge of tears, and Cordo just said "Wow" and passed out. I was dumbfounded, and left to go to my room. The floor we were on had a balcony, so I headed out there instead. I was surprised to see Titus leaning on the edge of the rail, fuming.

"You know, I'm surprised that they even let us out here… Aren't they afraid one of us will jump?" I asked timidly, not wanting to set him off. "And good job in there. You said everything I wanted to and more..." I trailed off.

" No, they're not, because of this." He threw a stone, and instead of hitting one of the partiers, like I thought it would, it just bounced back, into his hand. "Force field. Couldn't have one of their precious tributes committing suicide, now can they." He scoffed.

"Yeah, you're right. So…..The Games…." I said, dumbfounded once again.

"Yeah, what about them?" He said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well, Good luck. I sure hope it won't come down to the two of us, because I have no chance against you….against anyone, really. I will probably be the first to die." I said, trying to keep calm.

"No, I'm fairly sure you will win, you're a strong girl." He said, suddenly really solemn.

"And what about you? You're the strongest guy I know….I have no chance." I said, very curious of why he thinks I would win.

"No reason, "he quickly states. "I um…I should be getting in. We have a big, big, big day ahead of us" He said, mocking the Capitol accent.

"Ok, I say, laughing. "I'll see you in the morning" I am giggling as he walks back in, and I stay outside for a bit, before going to bed.

"He is getting harder and harder to forget as we go." Is my last thought as I fall asleep.

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